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of the monument to his son Charles, the Duke of Calabria.
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told his pupil that he ought to profit by the depression of spirit the king’s death had produced in Joan, and ought not to suffer her favourites to use this time in influencing her by their seductive counsels.
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“Well, my dear Cancha,” she murmured, with a sigh, “you find me very sad and very unhappy!”
“And you find me, fair queen,” replied the confidante, fixing an admiring look on Joan,—”you find me just the opposite, very